Adea
Shane had given me a specific time to be downstairs. Did that make me rush? No. Did that make Beka rush? Not one bit. From the history we shared and the argument we had when she walked in, you would think she would be trying to sabotage me but that’s not what happened.
Beka was not only quick at what she did but she was really good at what she did. And from what I remember Nikki saying once upon a time, beauty can’t be rushed. It didn’t matter how good I thought I looked.
Beka was not about to let me leave until she thought I was flawless. I already knew it wasn’t for me. We didn’t share an ounce of friendship or any kind of bond outside of pure hate for the other. She only had one motive. She was trying to please her Alpha.
“There,” she said with a satisfied smile. She took her time looking down my body, eyeing everything, and praising her handiwork. “No one can do a better job than I can.”
With one spin, she turned me around so that I was facing the mirror by the wardrobe. It was a large one, not as long as the wardrobe but it had a rose gold frame and it was curved. I admired the beauty of it before my eyes landed on my reflection.
For a second, I didn’t care about who she was, I didn’t care about what she’d done to me, and I didn’t care about the fact that I should probably check myself for poison now that she’s had her hands on me.
No, I was drawn to the reflection in the mirror, my reflection. I’ve had women work on me before a number of times. There was the Crescent Moon Ball and the Luna Ceremony. Don’t get me wrong, they did an amazing job but wow. Beka’s work left me looking flawless and I was almost in awe of her. Gardeners had a green thumb while Beka had the wand that Cinderella’s fairy godmother had.
I told her I wanted a dress that was knee length but the one I was wearing stopped at my thighs. I wanted some sort of sleeves but ended up in a spaghetti-strapped dress. It was bright red and low cut. It wasn’t even a v-cut, it was practically a bra.
There were intricate cuts and designs in the cups. It squeezed my body tight and gave me the look of an hourglass frame. My hips looked a lot bigger than they actually were. When I turned to the side, my eyebrows shot up, my ass looked bigger than it actually was.
I had on six-inch fuck me black heels that crossed over my toes, making my feet look beautiful and slender. She styled my hair down. When I was younger, it had always been up in a bun. Today, it was straight and framed not only my face but my chest as it ran down my back.
She’d paired the whole ensemble with a bright white Gucci GG Marmont small shoulder bag that probably cost more than my life had been worth when I lived under this roof. I expected it to clash with the bold black heels but they paired each other nicely. Huh. Opposites can sometimes compliment each other.
Don’t even get me started on my makeup. Never had I ever worn this much in my life. I don’t even wear it often. It wasn’t a shit ton but when I do wear makeup, I usually go for the natural color.
Long thick winged eyeliner framed my eyes and made me look more seductive than I’ve ever felt in my life. My nose looked slender and kind of cute. My cheekbones were high and why was I glowing?
My eyebrows were full and dark. I think I even had a jawline but what really got me was my lips. Maroon or dark brown lipstick made my lips look plump. I felt amazing. I felt like a Goddess.
I had three strips of bangs that were curved and fell perfectly on both sides of the bridge of my nose. Never have I ever felt so beautiful, so sexy. I had small diamond hoops in my ears and a matching circle diamond necklace that hung just below my collar bone.
Tearing my eyes from my reflection, I looked at Beka. I was looking at her in a whole new light. She looked professional as she stood beside me. In her long black pencil-thin skirt and white sleeveless blouse.
She was always beautiful but now, I may have gained an ounce. of respect for her and her skill. She stared back at me like she already knew I wanted to thank her even though it was the last thing I’ve ever thought I would want to do.
“I know,” Beka said. She folded her arms in front of her chest as she smiled. “No need for thanks. I’m damn good at what I do and there’s nothing you can say that’ll make me feel any better about myself.”
Thank Goddess because I don’t think I was going to thank her. I’m glad we were on the same page. Neither of us wanted to hear a compliment meant for her fall from my lips. I couldn’t help but laugh. Beka smiled. We both still hated each other but we also both knew that she was right. She was very good at her job.
The door creaked open behind us and the two of us turned around. The smiles were gone as we looked at the door. Devin bowed his head to me. When he lifted it, he had a one-sided smirk pulling at the edge of his mouth.
“Hey, Ady,” he said as he straightened. “Hey, Beka.” Beka rolled her eyes. “I didn’t know we were having a little high school reunion. What? No invite?”
“Right because the three of us were the best of friends,” Beka scoffed.
“I’m here to see what’s taking so long. Alpha Shane isn’t a patient man.”